Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

The banquet wasn't over yet, so Nicholas still hadn't left.

He found a quiet corner to pour himself a drink, although it wasn't clear what he was waiting for. I clearly didn't need him, and I even slapped him.

His hand paused mid-air as the glass hovered near his lips. For a moment, he seemed lost, but his gaze quickly sharpened as someone approached. His expression grew cold.

Pete had no trouble finding Nicholas. Nicholas had this indescribable presence. Wherever the coldest, loneliest spot in the hall was, that was where Nicholas could be found. Yet, people couldn't help but be drawn toward him. "You're like a goddamn ghost, haunting us everywhere we go!"

Pete didn't know where his strength came from. But somehow he grabbed Nicholas, who was much larger, by the collar and hoisted him off his stool.

Nicholas was caught off guard and stumbled as Pete dragged him up.

"Looking for a fight?" Nicholas's voice was cold.

"Damn right! I've been wanting to beat your ass for years!"

gotten this beating sooner was that Pete hadn't been able

back slammed against the sleek elevator wall with a loud thud. But instead of getting angry, he just

close, sealing out the curious onlookers. He then said in a low voice, "I was

he finished speaking, he launched

tilted his head just in

of his hair, revealing his clear forehead. A surge of aggression spread

en

with the opportunity. He hadn't thought of a better way to get a

mogul controlling the wallets of the world's wealthiest women.

weakened over the years by illness, alcohol, and cigarettes. The two were evenly matched. At some

as the elevator doors opened, Nicholas kicked

didn't come

and threw it on Pete. His

you the right to fight me?